The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

His fist pierced through the stone wall the instant it touched the anti-vibration inscription.

It blasted out from the portal in front of An Changqing and slammed heavily into the inside of the stone wall.

Boom!

The solid stone wall shattered, and Long Ao's figure rushed out. He coughed a few times and joined the two.

An Changqing looked around, his brows furrowed.

"etc."

"Where is Chen's coffin?"

Su Yuehe and Long Ao then realized what was happening.

They haven't seen Chen Guan since just now.

Hahahahaha.

On the high platform.

Yue Teng let out a wild and maniacal laugh.

He frantically stretched out his hand, pointing to a giant cocoon of black silk threads writhing in the center of the altar.

"Stop looking."

"Your companion who carried the iron block has now become the best nourishment for the arrival of the Sovereign."

Yue Teng's laughter echoed in the cold storage.

The sound was particularly jarring.

The black cocoon on the altar was writhing, with black threads pulsating like blood vessels.

Su Yuehe's breath hitched. She looked up at the giant cocoon, and memories of the past flooded her mind.

Enrollment...Class Assignment...

Scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern, and her fingernails dug deep into her palms.

"Chen Guan, is he dead?"

An Changqing's brows were furrowed, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He simply couldn't believe it.

Because, in his eyes, Chen Guan's strength was above his own, and this person had no weaknesses whatsoever.

"fart!"

Long Ao roared, his eyes instantly turning blood red.

He simply couldn't believe that guy who loved to hide his talents would die like that.

"How could he possibly become nourishment so easily?"

At this moment, Long Ao's muscles began to swell, and the veins under his skin throbbed violently.

He looked at Yue Teng on the altar, his eyes burning with an almost tangible rage.

"Even if it's true, I'll tear you to pieces."

Long Ao shattered the metal floor with one foot and charged straight toward the altar like a cannonball.

The stone pillars blocking his path could not stop him at all. He threw a punch, and the wind from the punch tore through the air, causing the stone pillars along the way to break and collapse.

Yue Teng stood on the altar and sneered, looking at Long Ao who was rushing over, his face full of disdain.

"Anger always makes the weak lose their minds."

Yue Teng casually opened the black parchment scroll in his hand.

"Since you both want to reunite so much, then I will grant your wish."

Two tall figures emerged from one side; they were the Obsidian Guardians wielding giant hammers.

Their aura had already reached the level of the sixth rank.

The guards stood in front of Long Ao, raised their giant hammers, and smashed them down on Long Ao's head with a whistling sound.

"Get out of here!"

Long Ao did not dodge, but chose to meet the attack head-on, swinging his fist to meet the giant hammer.

A loud clang rang out in the temple, the metal floor beneath Long Ao's feet caved in inch by inch, and his entire arm was shaken numb, but he did not retreat an inch.

"Evergreen!"

Long Ao gritted his teeth and shouted, "I can't be trapped here!"

"clear."

An Changqing's longsword emitted a soft hum, and he transformed into a streak of light, dodging the attack of another guard.

The sword light traced a path through the air, heading straight for the core of the guard.

"Yuehe, stop that guy's movements."

An Changqing shouted.

"Words of Power, Imprisonment."

Su Yuehe's voice rang out in the empty space, and an invisible force enveloped the guard.

The guard paused for a moment, his previously steady steps revealing a flaw.

An Changqing shouted, "Long Ao!"

Long Ao did not let this opportunity pass. He endured the excruciating pain in his arm, tightly hugged the guard's waist, and gathered all his strength into his other arm.

boom.

The powerful punch struck the core of the guard, sending debris flying.

The guard's body began to disintegrate, turning into countless black dust particles.

When Yue Teng saw this, his smile froze on his face.

He hadn't expected these people to be able to unleash such strong fighting power in such a short time.

"A bunch of annoying bugs."

Yue Teng panicked a little. He placed his hand on the mechanism on the edge of the altar and began to forcefully activate it.

"If you're so eager to die, then stay here and become sacrifices for the Lord."

The altar began to tremble, and more black mud gushed out from the cracks in the rocks, all flowing into the writhing giant cocoon.

The surface of the giant cocoon began to crack as it expanded violently, and cracks appeared on its surface.

Black mist surged forth from the crack.

Yue Teng knelt excitedly on the altar, spreading his arms wide in a frenzy.

"Lord, descend!"

He waited for that being to appear, but he did not see a miracle; he only saw the giant cocoon trembling.

The thick silk threads were cracking from the inside, and a metallic arm emerged from the cocoon.

That wasn't an arm, but a black scythe.

The giant black scythe gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

laugh.

With a soft sound, the thick cocoon wall was torn open like a piece of cloth.

Chen Guan walked out from inside, patted the black debris off his body, and glanced at Yue Teng kneeling on the ground.

"Dead? Me?"

Chen Guan's voice was flat, and his eyes showed no emotion; his gaze did not seem to be looking at a living person.

"Who gave you permission to sentence me to death?"

Yue Teng took a few steps back, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"That's impossible. How could you be unharmed?"

Yue Teng's face turned deathly pale. He looked at the sickle in Chen Guan's hand, and a sense of fear welled up in his heart.

Chen Guan ignored Yue Teng's nonsense and simply glanced at the still wriggling black cocoon.

He shook his neck, drawing a semicircle with the sickle in his hand.

"Now, it's my turn to make my move."

Long Ao stood not far away, looking at Chen Guan, and couldn't help but laugh.

"I knew he wouldn't die."

It seemed like he'd been tricked again, but Long Ao breathed a sigh of relief.

An Changqing breathed a sigh of relief and sheathed his sword again.

Su Yuehe's eyes finally regained their sparkle, and her former expression returned to her face.

"Thank goodness, you're not dead."

"Thank you for your concern, but he can't kill me."

Chen Guanchong nodded to her, and then he took a step forward.

With each step he took, the black mud on the ground would automatically avoid his feet, as if in fear of some kind of presence.

Yue Teng turned around and tried to escape to the secret passage behind the temple, but Chen Guan's scythe had already fallen.

A black arc of light swept silently past, and the two remaining guards didn't even have time to react before they disintegrated into dust upon contact with the scythe.

Before Yue Teng could run three meters, he felt a tremendous force pressing down on his shoulder.

He was pinned to the floor, unable to move.

Chen Guan stood behind him, his voice exceptionally clear in the empty underground temple.

"Did I already tell you you were allowed to leave?"